Humanity has not changed much
Since the Dinosaur’s era
The leopard may live a thousand years
But his spots never vary with passing seasons
Of all mercenaries I have ever met
He is, no doubt, the most uncouth
His conscience is for ever on sale
To the highest or lowest bidder
When he talks
His tongue quarrels with his teeth
His mere silence provokes
Thunder to a most intemperate retort
The elephant of his greed
Has uprooted our sacred tree
His pestilential fart
Invades the village nose
Between the well clothed beast
And the bare-bottomed baboon
The town is still wondering
Whose head is fitter for the crown
Human civilization
Is a fragile thing
The demon in Democracy
Is just a fickle gunshot away